I'm looking on the wall
opaque well between you and me
we're so close to each other
and still so abstract
there so many winners
there's no place for tommorow's sacrifices
I'm looking on the wall
I'm looking on the wall
in embrace of the merciful night
I wanted my thoughts to be clear
for finding the new illusions
even if you laugh not believing
I wanted to shout with voices of the angels
but it was too strange
I'm looking on the wall
I'm looking on the wall
I'm looking on the wall
opaque veil between you and me

eaten by own violence
we're falling to the eternity
impotent pose in front of the altar of force
empty like dream about dead
we're calling the false propbets
official cynism pets our faces
when we're breaking the wings angels of sorrow
eaten by own violence
we're falling to the eternity
impotent pose in front of the altar of force
maybe there are the rules
that we have to keep in line with
blind attachment
on the way to the sun
preserible luck
in the river of undentified bodies
will dry up our brain
illusions of a sold paradise
will take away the dry cry of emptyness

the killing passion
on the bottom of freedom
wraps the skin from my body
and I'm crawling with a relic on my chest
obodient like a servant in a black circle...
full of this rot
I have no choise
religious agony
or an anarchy for sale
the games of chosen
under the scrooping flags
but this way I will never feel
the kick of the Jesus
I will never feel
the kick of the Jesus
I will never feel
the kick of the Jesus ...

the pictures suffering in deserts
icy figures
on the bottom of dead oceans
victims dancing above the fresh grave
the end of a pink cry
in the labyrinth of empty fields
I don't care the hate that makes love
I don't care the love from empty plates
the temples of the dead
before the last happiness
human rubbish on the public places
beriditary sin on the sharpness of our bodies
that's the game with broken fingers
new crucifiing in the land of shadows
I don't care the hate that makes love
I don't care the love from empty plates
in the rough insensitivness
on the bottom of a hard sleep
we are going to build the private prisons
the nuclear mistake
real stirring ending
who can win the war of soul and body ?
I don't care the hate that makes love
I don't care the love from empty plates
I don't care the hate
I don't care the love

waiting for mercy
in the clash without rules
definite fall brakes our bodies
the sight of the end brakes the pain
I want to wake up and kill that moment
the last distress in the labyrinth of world
the phantom of dead brings the doubtfullness
heaven can't exist if this is the love
I want to wake up and kill that moment
I want to wake up and kill that moment
vacuum in the eyes of new gods
cold imitation on the other side
I want to wake up and kill that moment ...

the shadow of pain feel on a ground
they kicked his face
in the sweet hope
around that all rubbish
they tore his hair and sang
the shadow of pain fell on a ground
we love the absolute total high speed
we satisfy our roting bodies
stir of the roses in the mirrors of cry
thousand deadly passions
marching in our heads
our thoughts are on their way to fall
and our heaven breaks up ...